My mother is life and my homeFrom coastlines to seas and mountainsFrom forests to deserts and plains,From rivers, streams and lakesTo magnificent ice glaciersAll in danger for theLust of money, greed,Ambition and ignoranceAnd of course, selective amnesia

The drive for profit, disguisedAs a quest for energyNo one knows, they say,If the climate has changedAnd if it did, they say,It is a natural occurrenceWith no human carbon footprint,They say, with mysteryWrapping themselves inRed, white and blue illusions

My mother is ill, time is running outOut there, in nature, we all think,But it begins here in our cities and townsWhere the most powerlessOf our sisters and brothersSubsist daily in the toxicWaste of inhumanityIn reservations, ghettos, barriosPoor communities everywhereFrom California to New Mexico,From New York to AppalachiaTo the deep SouthWhere people cannot stop theirCommunities from becomingDumping groundsReceiving the excrement of industriesThat spread cancer and tuberculosis

It starts here, where America'sEarliest human ancestorsThought first about theNext seven generations, beforeChanging the course of EarthSeven generations of impactOn their communities, andThanking our mother, dailyFor each and every giftShe imparts upon us

Science, common sense and faithTo save our motherTo save our homeSo that our children's childrenAnd their children's childrenWill have a mother and homeTo be able to breathe and liveIn harmony with all Earth's creaturesIt all begins with a simple decision...To think about how everythingWe decide and do impactsThe future of our mother and home